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“We felt a power shift,” Amphitrite responded as she took the lead from Hera.
This was the second time she had done so and Persephone felt unease creep into her veins. Hera only became blasé like this when she felt out of control, which did not bode well for what was to come. They needed Hera in her fierce, almost feral manner, for this battle.
“It was on the ocean floor,” Amphitrite continued, “so I went to check it out and found Tristan.” Amphitrite stopped a moment before she moved to stand in front of Persephone and take her hands in her own. “He is dead, Persephone.”
Persephone felt shock wash over her body and wrapped her arms around herself as a chill that had nothing to do with the temperature moved down her spine.
“How?” she heard herself demand, but her voice sounded like it came from somewhere far away.
“He was killed with a blade covered in hydra poison and left for the sea to take back. He had… been left there a while.” She winced as she delivered the news.
“It seems there have been secrets kept from us, my dear sister,” Hera responded, glaring at Persephone.
“As I said, I haven’t yet had time to call you down, so no true secrets, but yes. A Titan, Crius, was here attempting to open Tartarus.” She omitted her breakdown was actually the reason she had waited. That, and she needed the time with Devon to refresh her body and mind.
“Oh, bloody fantastic!” Hera threw her hands up as Amphitrite took a step back, her face shocked. “Now we have to worry about the remaining Titans staging a coup to get that old bag of shit out of Tartarus.”
Amphitrite shot Hera a scathing look.
“What? Why are you giving me that look? You want that wreck of a man out running around, rutting, and destroying everything? We only barely got him in there the first time, and it was not an easy task if you remember. He has other Titans working with him?” She turned to Persephone. “Anyone we know?”
“Only Crius, but he mentioned Atlas,” she whispered. The name like a sonic boom in the room,
the silence deafening.
Suddenly Hera laughed, the sound not at all humorous.
“Atlas. If that swine is around, where are the rest of them, hmm?” she demanded, though it seemed she was not speaking to anyone in particular. “Him and his heathen army work for daddy dearest, then disappear and show up again so many millennia later?”
She turned back to look at them, her eyes completely gold now as energy crackled around her hands and up her arms.
“How are they getting into your domain, sister?” Hera looked right at Persephone as she demanded the information, her power pushing the limits of the room.
Persephone curled her fist as her own power surged with her anger, Devon moving quickly to stand beside her and sending calming magic through their bond.
“The river. He was working with what I assumed was Tristan, but obviously that was incorrect as he has been dead this whole time!”
“And you’ve done what? How are you keeping Cronus contained?” Hera’s voice took on a rasp, the power amplifying her authority, in turn causing the coldness to seep back into Persephone and allow her methodical self to take back over.
“You dare speak to me here in such a way? What have you done to watch above ground? Have you kept tabs on the Titans before they came here?”
Power crackled in the room, the air saturated with it as wraiths began to dance along the wall, avoiding the sparks of electricity that came off Hera.
“Perhaps we could avoid a confrontation that would lead to the need to rebuild the castle?” Amphitrite murmured, moving out of the way of Hera’s sparks.
Hera moved into Persephone’s face, her eyes alight with power and rage before something wrapped around her stomach and pulled her away from Persephone.
Persephone turned to see Devon covered in green light, his vines retracting from where they had grabbed Hera and threw her across the room.
“Enough,” he growled, his voice that of a God. “We are on the same side in this fight, so quit throwing power around at each other like toddlers and let’s get a plan together to stop the Titans.”
Persephone looked over to where Hera narrowed her eyes as she regained control, standing up and dusting herself off.
“Well, seems the baby God has found his teeth. Kudos. Next time you wrap one of those vines around me, I’ll fry you to a crisp and sauté you in them.”
He looked at the sky Goddess and caught the tilt of her lips. The sardonic smirk she wore like a uniform.
“Whatever helps bolster your ego, Goddess, but for now I think the focus should be on the threat to our realm.”
